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Jason and Kylie, Naked in School Chapter 11

Kylie shouldered the gym door open roughly, heading straight for her assigned warm-up spot and twisting her hair up on top of her head. It fell down over her face, and she growled at it in frustration. A second attempt met the same fate once she began stretching and bending.

"Fuck it," she said, startling everyone. "I need a mirror." She straightened and strode across the gym into the boys locker room, oblivious to the coaches' puzzled looks.

Jason closed his eyes, sighing, then walked over to where the coaches stood. "Can I talk to y'all for a second?"

The female coach raised an eyebrow and looked at his father, who nodded, still frowning. "Okay, in the office," he said, opening the door to the glass-walled coaches' office. "Keep an eye on our monkeys, Lori?" he asked the female coach, who nodded and leaned against the wall.

Jason followed his father into the office and stood there, not knowing where to start. Mike sat backwards on the chair, rolling it around to face him. "Okay, shoot."

Jason sighed. "I fucked up this morning, big time."

Mike kept one eye on the window, and Jason saw him relax slightly for a moment before his eyes narrowed and he turned back to Jason. "Fucked up how?"

"She undressed me, and I got a hard-on. On the way to class, she apologized and said she didn't want me to think she was a tease—apparently some people have been telling her she was a tease for turning me on and not doing anything. I told her she had nothing to be ashamed of, that it was a compliment, and then I fucked up. I didn't realize it at the time. I told her that I wouldn't want to have sex with her, not because I didn't think she was beautiful or sexy, but because I didn't want to hurt her. I told her she was monogamous, and that was important to her, and that I'm not, and that's important to me, and that I wouldn't lie to her and promise something I couldn't deliver, or sleep with her even though I knew monogamy was important to her."

He stopped to catch his breath, and Mike frowned. "O... kay?"

"When I caught up with her after first period, she wasn't herself. Stayed that way through class. I got Ms. Smith to send us to the library for 'research' so that I could talk to her." He took a deep breath. "I think that what I told Kylie might have been the worst possible thing I could have... because apparently she likes me. You know."

Mike's mouth dropped open. "Ah. I see. And you didn't realize that she felt that way?"

Jason shook his head. "I didn't have a clue." He took a deep breath. "And what sucks, what really sucks, is that if she wasn't monogamous, or I was, well, you know I've never had a steady girlfriend."

"You could have had one anytime you wanted one, son," his father said. "Plenty of girls out there who would have been willing to take you on your own terms."

"I know," Jason said. "I never found one that clicked like this before."

Mike sighed. "I don't know what to tell you, son. I wish your mother was still around, she'd know, but I never was any good at that sort of thing. But, well... there wasn't any need for you to know this before, but maybe it'll help. I'm monogamous. I would have been totally impotent with any other woman once I fell in love. But she wasn't, and after a while... I didn't mind." He looked out the window again. "Hell, I don't know. At least she doesn't seem to be scared anymore." He grinned a little bit. "Scary maybe. I think she's got the whole boys' side in abject fear of setting off whatever bomb she's got ticking right now."

Jason turned to look. The female coach had separated the students into two sides and passed out boffer swords. Kylie was swinging hers nimbly and smiling almost predatorily. "Thanks," he said, sighing. "I'm worried, though. I'm afraid she's going to do something she'll regret, because she's upset. Or worse, someone's going to think it's okay... after first period, in the hall, it was just like she didn't care. About anything. It was... scary."

"Most guys aren't that stupid," Mike said. "And take a look... she's not without friends, even if she doesn't realize it."

Kylie and one of the cattier cheerleaders had been paired off, along with half a dozen other couples, and the rest of the kids were gathered in loose circles around the 'dueling' pairs, watching and waiting their turn. Three people around Kylie were frowning as they watched her swipe viciously at the blonde. Two of them he didn't really recognize— was the girl in her band class?— but Steve was looking more than a little angry.

"She's fast, too. Damn!" Mike said, admiringly. "This school needs a fencing team."

"Dad, I had to talk a couple of the guys out of just pretending to like her to get her cherry. They'd take advantage of that in a heartbeat— well, not the guys I talked out of it, but the others...."

"Do you think she's that stupid, then, son?" his father asked.

"No," Jason said. "But I think she's that upset. She was talking about just wanting to get it over with, about being tired of caring about her virginity and how maybe it would be better if someone just took it. She wasn't serious— at least, I don't think she was. But she might not realize that some guy's not sincere, and then I'd have to kill him."

"Jase, you can't live her life for her. Especially not if you have no claim on her."

"I know," Jason said. He looked miserable. "But I don't want her to get hurt because of me." He looked away. "I promised her I wouldn't let anyone hurt her..." he said, softly.

"Jase... son... you can't save people from themselves. Even if you could, it wouldn't be right to do so. However much it hurts you, you have to let them make their own choices, even if you don't understand them, even if you don't approve. Whether you're a friend, lover, or parent, you have to let them choose," Mike said.

Jason sighed. "I know. I know. I'm just... afraid."

"Being afraid is what... caring... is all about."

Jason looked out at Kylie. "I didn't mean to hurt her."

Mike sighed. "I know. You're a good kid, Jase. You wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose. We all make mistakes. Don't beat yourself up about it. I'll have a word with a couple of the senior boys who I know are good guys. They'll watch out for her."

Kylie swept the blonde's feet out from under her, landing the girl on her generous posterior with a thump. The blonde screeched, dropped her sword and started up at Kylie with fingers outstretched in claws. Kylie grinned, tossed the sword aside, and leapt. The female coach blew her whistle and ran forward, and the crowd moved to separate the two girls.

"Shit! Maybe someone needs to watch out for the other girls until she snaps out of it! C'mon!" Mike said.

The blonde's hair was straggling in her face and she had claw marks on her cheeks. Kylie was scrabbling at the arms holding her and kicking. There were bite marks on Steve's arm, now carefully moved low enough that she couldn't reach it. She was cussing in Tibetan and her eyes were flashing green. A large bruise was blossoming on her ribs where the blonde got in a solid hit before they were separated.

Jason whistled quietly. "Holy shit."

"She's fucking insane!" the blonde screamed, cowering.

"Yeah, well you attacked her," someone muttered.

Kylie hissed, her accent thick enough that most people weren't going to be able to make out the words, "I'll put you on the table, bitch. Roasted! Nice and plump and tender! Fucking LET ME GO!"

Jason stared at her, and she glared back. Maybe at him, maybe at the world, he wasn't sure, but this was what he'd been afraid of since he'd seen her after first period.

He had a tendency to take the easy classes, and he'd been lucky enough to go to schools which offered psychology as an elective, so he knew that if you suppress your emotions long enough, something would give. Something had to, eventually. And he was terribly afraid that she had something to repress.

Coach Lori had the blonde, Candy, in her office. Jason's father was on the phone, talking very softly. He nodded and hung up, and walked back over to the group.

"Can they let you go now, Miss Reed?" he asked Kylie, who'd calmed down some, but still looked rather wild.

She snarled something in Chinese, and then slumped, seeming to deflate a bit. She nodded.

The boys holding her slowly and cautiously released her, backing away rapidly. She turned to glare at them and caught sight of the smaller boy's bruised cheek and Steve's bitten arm, and paled. "Oh... oh no... I'm so sorry!"

They watched her worriedly. "It's okay," Steve said. "What got into you, anyway?"

"I... I... ohhhhh, god, I'm sorry!"

Mike looked at her, clearly at a loss. "Miss Reed... Kylie...." She started crying, and he looked totally helpless.

"It's okay, Mike, I'll take her to the principal's office," Dr. Rourk said, walking in the door. "Kylie?" he called, quietly.

She looked up, sniffing. "I... I'm sorry!"

"I know," he said, nodding. "But there are rules. You'll have to come to the office now." She nodded, looking defeated, and he looked at Mike. "Send the other one along when she's cleaned up. Which one started it?"

"Candy did, sir," the little geek boy said, and there were murmurs of agreement. "She was needling Kylie all through warmup, and when Kylie got a good move in with the sword, she attacked her."

"Mmm. Thank you. Kylie, come along now." Not ungently, Dr. Rourk put a hand on her shoulders and guided her out of the gym.

Several people were looking Jason speculatively, or in a few cases angrily, and he couldn't bring himself to challenge them. It was his fault, after all.

Mike clapped his hands. "Okay, people! Show's over! Back into your groups now."

Jason walked over beside Steve, who was giving him a nasty look. Taking a deep breath, he said, quietly, "Life sucks. Look, I'm not going to get into it, you can ask her if you want the details, but yeah, I'm probably responsible for the way she feels right now, but not like that. I didn't do anything to hurt her intentionally, okay? I was trying to make her feel better about something, and I said the wrong thing, and... well, I don't know how to fix it, or I would."

Steve looked at him, disgusted. "How could you possibly fuck someone up that bad in one freakin' day?"

Jason shook his head. "It wasn't what I said that caused the problem, it's what happened because of it. Look, I'm not going into details, because those are hers to share, if she wants. You can ask her, and tell her I said she can tell you whatever she wants, but I'm not going to break her confidence."

Steve sighed. "Fine. Though she looked pretty fucking broken to me, already. Candy did deserve to be knocked on her obnoxious little ass, but Kylie doesn't deserve to have to deal with whatever they decide to punish her with. Look...." He stopped, obviously unsure how to say what he was thinking.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Steve ran an hand through his hair. "Look, there's not many things that'll upset a girl enough to turn her into that kind of little spitting demon. I might just be inferring something that's not true here, but... can I assume you're not interested in her? As more than a friend?"

Jason looked at Steve for a long time, trying to decide whether or not to trust him. Finally, he slowly shook his head. "No, I am interested in her. And that's the problem. She's monogamous. I'm not. It'd never work." He closed his eyes briefly. "Dammit."

Steve winced. "Ouch. Yeah, that would hurt. But I don't think she could relax about that, not yet. Look, the reason I asked is, well... I am too. Very much so. I don't mean to twist the knife, man, but...." He shrugged. "I didn't realize she was just shy before. I thought she was just, y'know, stuck up."

Jason sighed, closing his eyes again. "Yeah. I'm not surprised you like her." He gave Steve a wry smile. "If she'd go for it, I'd be okay with sharing. I wouldn't expect her to be monogamous either, you know?"

"I honestly don't care either way," Steve said, shrugging again. "I don't have to have exclusivity, but I don't have to have variety, either. Hell, I wouldn't even mind letting her play the field while I just watched and waited. But I don't think she's like that. I guess what I'm getting at is, if she won't go for it, how do you feel about her choosing someone else?"

Jason looked at the far wall. "Like hell, of course. But I wouldn't stop her. I want her to be happy."

Steve nodded guiltily. "'K. Sorry, dude. If you change your mind... just say the word and I'll back off and give you first shot."

Jason managed to look at him. "It's okay. I'd rather have her happy with you than unhappy with me. And right now... I don't think she could be happy with me. We'll have to be friends, that's all. Friends."

Steve flinched. "Dirty word, that."

"Tell me about it," Jason said. "Why the hell is it that the first girl I've ever wanted to be more than friends with I can't?"

"Life sucks, then you die, just about sums it up," Steve said, shaking his head. "I'm up. I hate these damned things. See you at practice."